Breadcrumb #341
KAILEY TEDESCO
my creators used their teeth
to bring my form
through a gauzy
membrane –
a wilderness sprawls
over the hearth
& here I am kept
drying, upside down,
a flower to be pressed
under no real weight.
i came to you wrapped
in no blood
but my own & smelling
of pumpkin. what am i
if not a spell / a psalm /
something that isn’t there?
there are fires written
in my cursive. kneel
to them. the electric
of me conducts full
shadows & i
am only true
in that glow
of absence.